Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Doctor Does Louise (MF, mdom_
Date: 19 Oct 1995 23:59:54 GMT

				Louise

	She saw her husbabd's car drive up and a wave of revulsion ran
down her spine. Louise Allan, wife to Dr. Allan, quickly put the
finishing touches onto her meal. Roast beef and mash potatoes just the
way he liked them. Without saying a word, he entered their home. Then
came to the table and sat down. She brought the final platter of meat
to the long dining room table and sat on his right waiting for him to
start.

	"Where's Linda?" he asked, while loading his plate with the
hot food.

	Gently she answered, "She had a school field trip today, she
should be home by eight." He grunted. When he began to eat, Louise
began to load her own plate, though in much smaller quantities. In
silence they ate.

	Tonight she wore the black see-through blouse and no bra,
wanting to please her husband. When they were first married, he was
the most considerate, passionate man she had ever known. Then he
started to ask for kinky acts in their marriage bedroom. At first it
was harmless, sexy lingerie, massage oils. Then it got kinkier, he
tied her up, began to use pain with her, ordered her to do things she
didn't like. When she disobeyed an order to let him cum on her face,
nothing happened. But a year ago, things had gotten much worse. He was
quick to strike her, never in the face usually on her ass, for any
indiscretion. She was constantly reminded she was for his pleasure
only. So to keep his temper in check, she tried harder to please him.
Six months ago, just before moving to the new town, he brought home a
resident from the hospital. He ordered her to fuck him. He watched her
bring the young man off three times in as many hours. Since then he
watched her suck off a gas station attendant, fuck the mailman, and
masturbate for five men neither of them knew. She also had to make
passes at women whom he liked, even once sucking her husbabd's cum out
of a hookers cunt. He less frequently fucked her, but usually abused
her, watched her with others, made her masturbate while he took
pictures. She was scared of him.

	It was only with Linda she had any pride, their daughter, a
sixteen year-old rebellious teenager. Who loved her father and ignored
her mom. But lately, Louise noticed her husband looking at the young
girl, who had become a younger version of the mom. It went so far
that, after Linda left for school one day, he brought his wife into the
messy room and told her to dress in the clothes of his daughter. Then
he spanked her over his knee, and told her to fight him as he began to
rape her.

	"The carrots are undercooked." It was a simple statement, but
Louise became very pale and froze. Knowing her husband barely needed a
reason to punish her.

	It was the first time he looked at her this meal, he barely
noticed her naked bosoms. "Come here Louise." She stood and came
towards her husband. He nodded towards her chest, and she immediacy
began to unbutton her blouse. Her hands trembling. She dropped the
see-through blouse onto the floor. With firm strong hands Dr. Allan
turned his wife towards the table, her back to him. He pushed her
forward onto her face and hands. With his table knife he slit her
skirt down from her waist. It fell to her feet. As was his order she
didn't wear underwear unless it was skimpy.

	"Pass me the candle and butter." She handed one at a time,
knowing but praying he would be gentle.

	A large scoop of butter was applied to her anus. Outside and
in, he fingered her until she was well lubricated. Then she felt the
one inch wide candle enter her bum hole. It seemed to fill her up,
stretch her sphincter muscle. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. The
candle was four inches long, and an inch wide. Dr. Allan forced the
whole thing into her, until she felt the sharp edges slide past her
anus muscle.

	Then he began to spank her, his hand firm and hard, he pounded
upon her round buttocks. Making them red and very sore. "Perhaps
you'll learn next time to cook vegetables correctly." He pulled on her
hair to force her to stand up again. "After you clean up, you may ask
to remove the candle."

	Dr. Allan stood and went into the family room to watch the
news. Leaving his wife standing with shaky knees and a candle up her
ass. When he said "ask," he meant beg. She would have to show proper
manners for him to give his permission to shit out the object in her
rear. If the candle fell out, or she couldn't stand it any longer and
let it out. He would beat her, possibly tying her to the bed and
torturing her mercilessly.